Teksty:
Albert Lee

There is a tree on allenford I drive by it each day on my way to and from work And there are always flowers left there each day Left for a child who died

There is a tree on allenford I drive by it each day on my way to and from work And there are always flowers left there each day Left for a child who died

Tłumaczenie: Rickie Lee Jones. Drzewo na Allenford.

Tłumaczenie: Rickie Lee Jones. Secret Language Of Trees.

Now the birds speak in secret rhythms and the trees bark in secret sounds and the people rush in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape

Now the birds speak in secret rhythms and the trees bark in secret sounds and the people rush in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape